Chapter 23

Austin spent the next few minutes checking the large and varied display of masks. There was also a pegboard on the side wall holding packaged beards and mustaches, kits for making scars, small accessories like plastic pirate swords, wigs, and glasses. A showcase which formed part of the counter area was filled with theatrical makeup. A standing rack in the middle of the room was brimming with all things green, purple, and gold, including Mardi Gras beads, boas, and hats.

On a whim, Austin picked one of the boas, wrapping it around his neck.

“That is so you…not,” Mark said, coming up beside him. “I’d suggest a jester’s hat.”

Austin shook his head. “I’m not a jester. A king, maybe.” He took a plush purple crown of the rack, plopping it on his head. “Goes well with the boa, right?”

“Well…”

“Yeah, I thought as much.” Austin put the crown and boa back on the rack. “This is quite a place.”